Creating A Big Vacuum …

You Suck. You are the worst writer I ever read!”

To be honest about all this.  I get a little uncomfortable with the label “writer.” A writer knows all about verbs, nouns, sentence structure, paragraphs, all that other organization/compilation of the English language stuff.

A writer knows (or is supposed to know) how to do this in the correct fashion.  As for myself? I would be considered what some call a hack.  I just hammer it out, and that is about it. I am a “writers” absolute worst nightmare.  Bottom line (as if anyone really cared) I am a story teller … Never have really considered myself a writer.

So I guess that should be:

“You are the worst STORY TELLER I have ever read.”

That might be closer to the truth.

Life despite it all,
is still being good to me,
I can still maintain a healthy outlook on things in general.
Unfortunately,
I have suddenly discovered I suck

Exactly why no one knows.
And I am somewhat miserable
Just flat outta luck I suppose.

I cannot complain,
I am doing alright.
My lawnmower still starts on the first crank

Bills are paid
Have money in the bank
Today my favorite numb-chuck sent me a link

Rest is available to me when I need it.
My health is improving.
Still have my cake,
but because of Diabetes,
I can no longer eat it.

That is how it often goes.
First your money and then your clothes.

“You Suck. You are the worst writer I ever read!” 

Another fan has been located; stick a bright red pin in the map.  This bozo probably wouldn’t recognize good writing if someone handed it to him on a business card.

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Life is tough sometimes
There are a million decisions to make
And none of them
Are easy

There are things
You want to do
But can’t
And things
You don’t want to do
But have to

There are good times
And hard times
And days you feel
Like nobody
could ever possibly understand

What it is like to be you
And you know
That is probably right.

But Jesus is here
If you want to talk
Or hang out

And forget about life
For just a short while.
He is here for the long haul
Or just for a mile.

Hang in there … it is all going to work out

Watch N See.

Let’s throw this one out on the porch and see if the cat will lick it up.  Have found some time to read this week, and that is always good. I enjoy reading other peoples stuff. I am reading this science fiction book and they are talking about putting astronauts to sleep on long voyages into space. A sort of “suspended animation” if you will?

They do this so that on the long deep penetrations into space, so the members of the space crew do not age.

Now it appears that this could be possible. Scientists have taken a big step toward making that dream a reality. A recent study in which they’ve successfully halted the metabolism of test mice while actually keeping them alive has just taken place back east.

They did this by dosing mice with hydrogen sulfide gas (this is the gas that gives swamps and rotten eggs their stink). After inhaling the gas, the animals’ metabolisms completely stopped and their heartbeats slowed to roughly half the regular rate.

So it occurred to me.

“If you were to ride with me after consuming Mexican Food, in the cab of an enclosed pickup, on a long red dirt road in Oklahoma some afternoon, I could actually suspend a few months, possibly a year or two of your life.”

Breathe deep.

OOO

Winter Misery

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Gone are the days when your spirit soared upward
So high into the blue sky
And floated away on white silvery wings
Gone are the long summer days
As if they migrated south
To more important things.

Winter works on you this very way
Slippin inside your head each and every day
Chipping away at your peace of mind
In short jagged pieces
Ripping away your forgotten summer dreams
As winter places its icy grip upon you
And you embrace it.

Oh the pain of winter is upon me
I cannot bear this being shut in
I don’t like not being able to see
Green living things
In my backyard again.

So here I sit staring at the grass on my back lawn
Turned a dead looking sort of brown
The eastern sky dark and gray at dawn
Winter is upon my part of town.

Gone are the robins from the backyard Elm
Which is now stark and bare
Over in the corner of the yard by itself
In the crisp winter air.

Wintertime working your ways upon me
I cannot bear this being shut in
I want to see living things
In my backyard again.

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Risk Free – Buy Back

Unbelievable!  I am seeing this right?  Stores opening at four in the morning for after Thanksgiving Day sales?  Are people actually going down there in droves, much like lemmings rushing headlong to the edge of the cliff, in order to get huge discounts.  Some poor temp. worker at WalMart was actually stampeded and killed in a holiday rush throng, I read it in the news.  How tragic and sad is that?

Which makes me wonder about this.  “If they can offer these tremendous savings as they imply now, why cannot they offer them during the year?”

Chasing the buck!

Late night car sales, the promotions are running rampant, every channel.  Employee pricing, like that is a good deal?  Risk Free Buy Back, now that sounds interesting, Risk Free, yeah, I am sure.  Incredible deals, and I wonder, “If they were so incredible, how come they have all this stock left over?”

“TAKE THE CREDIT CHALLENGE!”

“ALL APPLICATIONS WILL BE SUBMITTED!”

Huh?  What else would you do with the applications?  As for taking a credit challenge, that is pretty stupid, it doesn’t take much sense to take a “credit challenge.”  Thanks to the Bush Administration, “credit these days IS a challenge” even folks with good credit cannot get a loan.

The American Psyche:  Who can believe this?  General Motors is running a commercial that says to purchase a new vehicle from them, then flatly states “Restore Your Manhood.”  Yeah, I am sure.  72 months worth of payments to an outfit that may or may not be there at the end of the loan, would be enough to restore a woody to the best of men.

Going down the tubes for a $400-600 a month car payment is going to bring a testosterone rush and put me back on the Highway of Happiness.  Sign Me Up!

In the distance, I can hear the pipes of a motorcycle bark

I’ve owned five or six Harley’s,

All of them paid for, but I haven’t one to my name

I find myself surrounded by cheap junk

In a house full of the trash of man

Never the feeling of happiness or joy

My credit cards are eating my lunch,

I barely have enough money to make a trip outside,

To fill my days, I sit in quiet desperation

I have lost more battles that I care to count

Mostly beaten down and sad

Is what I am now all about.

My candle flickers as life passes me by

No more horizons within my view

No more mountains left for me to climb

No more adventures,

or valleys to pass thru

Nothing no longer remains simple I have found

Too many questions

No easy answers

This Friday night in the Big Town

I sit patiently in my assigned spot

Waiting for the numbers to roll

Emptying my heart

and soothing my injured tortured soul

Once again,

I feel so very lost,

As if there is no place for me to go

The ghosts of my past whisper in my ear

They taunt me

One single thought does not escape me

“I am truly, my own worst enemy.”

Buy something …. Be happy …. Unbelievable.

If only it were that simple.

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The Key

The key to my survival

Was never in much doubt

The question was how I could keep sane

Trying to find a way out

Things never seem easy for me

Peace of mind here lately, hard to find

I need a place where I can hide

Somewhere new I can call mine

They say time is a healer

And now my wounds are not the same

I ring the bell with my heart in my mouth

To hear what he has to say

In a moment, your entire world can shatter

Like morning dreams and mist on the lawn they disappear

Like dust in my hands falling softly to the floor

How can life ever be the same

Or stay the same ever more

Like I said

Things never seem easy for me

Peace of mind here lately,

Awfully hard to find

I need a place where I can hide

Somewhere new I can call mine.

000

ONE MORE MOUNTAIN TO CROSS

Damn Big Oil …

How can we know,

how far,

the long way can be

Looking from where we are,

it never seemed that long to me

I’ve many miles behind me,

and maybe now,

not so much ahead

Looking back,

it seems I made good time,

even with the directions I miss-read

a Funny thing,

This thing called time,

A thing we are always running out of

A thing we can never seem to find

I am always coming up short

or losing mine

There’s not enough of it about,

and though it’s always here

It always seems to come and go I’ve found out

No gas,

no money,

it is weighing heavy on my mind

I am moving quickly to the bottom line

I still have places I want to see,

I still have hills to climb

No more going quietly into the dark night

Here is my reality

No more drives in the country burning daylight.

It looks like I am flat out running out of time

A hammock on the front porch is all that is left for me.

Locked down and serving my time,

Here on the sound side of my city.

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The Boulevard

Might get us out on the boulevard

Out on to the asphalt

Where the big rigs full of LED’s

lead the way

When I am feeling well

I am wanting to go somewhere

To a place not crowded by barking dogs and folks

Into the mountains and clean air

Mile after mile of two-lane tree lined roads

 

This is it

The one life you get

No matter how hard you try

You’ll never do it all

This is it

The only life you get

Go have a ball

 

Take a moment

Stop and enjoy the view

As you stumble and muddle your way through

This is it

This is it

 

The only life you will ever get

 

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